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⋆☽ Serene Blackwell ☾⋆ ``Placeholder.`` ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Primary Information Name: Serene Blackwell Alias(es): ``The Blackwell Heiress`` Sobriquet(s): ``Rene``, which is pronounced as ``Reen`` Age: 21 Years Old Gender/Pronouns: Female; She/Her Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual - Uninterested in relationships for now Job/Occupation: Heir of the Blackwell Bounty Hunting Group (Approximate) Height: Five feet and four inches (Approximate) Weight: 120 pounds Overall Appearance: Serene has a unique, gloomy type of beauty to her. Her hair is wavy whilst its hue is a deep, charcoal black with the tiniest strands of blonde from a dying mishap. Her face is rather harsh in its edges, but also simultaneously feminine; a smile is something she almost never gives to anyone or anything. Although her skin is pale, her cheeks are a rather natural shade of pink. Meanwhile, her eyes are a deep, emerald green with flecks of amber. Adjunct(s): WIP Outfit Aesthetic: WIP Voice/Intonation: Serene`s voice is deceptively soft, causing it to be rather easy for her to get under the mind`s of those she interacts with. It is not high-pitched nor low-pitched, but still rather feminine. Serene has always had control over her voice regarding how she wants it to come across to those she talks with. Alternate Information Stars represent her view of their relationship; 5 being perfect. Placeholder (★☆☆☆☆): Placeholder Fighting Style: Placeholder Personality Overview [Egotistical] [Introverted] [Manipulative] [Intelligent] [Coy] [Reserved] [Diligent] Placeholder Likes: Placeholder Dislikes: Placeholder |
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Name: Sage Gender: Male Age: 20 years (aging works the same as humans) Appearance: Messy black hair that falls over his eyes (he uses it to kinda hide behind), golden amber eyes, Rather short (5'3'') in human form but close to eight feet with his tail since that is longer than his torso, very tan skin since he lives outside and often has to venture closer to the surface to find food, lots of scars but the most obvious is one down his left cheek, Very slim and light (About 160 pounds since food is a bit scarce), Although he's slim he's still muscular (more refined than bulky), gives off an air of power and/or menace, has a low voice that is quiet and scratchy but great for singing since he's still a siren, tail is long and slim with fine fins, scales are a deep black with lighter sandy-golden color for camoflauge, has fangs and claws when he choses, his eyes can change to have thinner pupils when angry Personality: Very mistrusting because of his backstory, would generally rather be alone than with other merpeople, he comes across as cold/rude/uncaring, he's very blunt and a bit crude, he's very stubborn and an extremely good fighter, when fighting he just jumps in without thinking, very hot-headed with a bad temper, tries not to get too attached to anyone, but once he forms a relationship he is very loyal and protective, he has no qualms about killing anyone/anything Weaknesses: Hot-headedness (he often gets hurt or in trouble because of it), he's very untrusting so he doesn't like to accept help, he gets flashbacks (mostly from his father, who he doesn't get along with) from his past which affects him greatly in a very negative way Strengths: Hunting, fighting, very skilled in sneaking around, knows the ocean territory well so he's great at hiding, very quick and agile, very strong Other: He is a deep water merperson, so he's very sensitive to both light and heat, but can handle cold quite well. He can see well in murky water and the dark. He normally stays well under the water and away from boats, nets, etc. His tail changes to legs once dried out, though he's never tried it out or wanted to leave the depths where he's comfortable. (His tail looks a lot like This, not a typical mermaid tail with huge fins) |
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Sage drifted through the kelp forest slowly, taking his time to peer around the strands of green as he moved towards the shallower water he could hunt in. It wasn't super shallow, but it was shallow enough for him to be seen if there were boats or divers and any humans were paying attention. There were a few boats he saw in the distance, but nothing too close, so after a few moments he drifted out of the cover the kelp have him, dagger in hand as he searched for crabs in the sand. It wasn't his preferred dish, but they were easier to catch than fish or shrimp, and he didn't need as many since they were a bit bigger than the sort of fish that lived in the deeper waters by him. He'd found a few crabs after maybe half an hour, but was startled out of his thoughts when the shadow of a boat crossed past him. He started, darting to the side and away from the shadow, only to run into a net. He hissed out a curse and darted to the other side, making for the gap in the netting and cursing his own stupidity. He should have been paying more attention to the ships nearby. Of course, the ship moved quickly, and the netting closed before he could reach the gap. He was starting to panic now, gills flaring as he spun around, pulling back as the circle around him grew smaller and smaller. He didn't see a way out of this, and it wasn't long before a fin got tangled in the netting as it cramped his space. Soon enough he was caught completely, and his thrashing around only made things worse. He stopped when he felt the netting starting to cut into his gills and skin, nose twitching at the smell of his blood in the water. He was a little worried about his gills, as the netting had caught in-between the delicate leaves of them. That was really what forced him to still, as he didn't fancy the idea of not being able to breathe if the netting hurt them any further. |
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The Blackwell Organization was renowned for its cruel tactics, yet it was their success rate that was considered even more concerning. The average bounty hunter could track down their desired target within a week, perhaps even a little longer depending on what they were searching for. The Blackwell Organization, however, never took longer than a week; they prided themselves in efficiency and diligence, both of which went a long way in this world. Exotic creatures and items were highly desired across the globe, allowing bounty hunters and bounty organizations to resurface and flourish once again. It had been a rather disdained occupation, but now it was considered an elite one due to the dangers and high rewards. Everyone knew who Serene Blackwell was, the beloved heiress to the organization that had been at the top of the food chain ever since bounties were reintroduced. The heiress was currently lounging on the edge of the Blackwell Ship, humming softly as she peered over the edge and into the shimmering water below. They were currently out on the lookout for the beings that inhabited the waters, whether it be a siren, mermaid, or something else entirely. Her green eyes narrowed as she noticed one of the nets getting caught, the netting pulled taut by whatever had been trapped within. She smiled at the sight before looking over at the men onboard, her gaze following them as they rushed over to start pulling up the net. Serene slowly made her way over to get a closer look, her smile growing as she saw the flash of scales writhing from within the net. It would seem they had succeeded once again, as always. |
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Sage had stilled after a few moments of frantic thrashing around, in an attempt to calm his mind down a little bit and think of a way to get out of this whole situation. He still had his knife with him, so he angled himself with a wince to start cutting away at the net. He didn't get very far before the next started to rise though, the shift in weight pulling the fibers tighter against his skin and pressing his arms against his chest, stopping any sort of cutting movement. He growled in frustration, twisting again as the net broke the water. He hit the deck hard, men already jumping on top of him to stop his tail from hitting any of them, or his claws from drawing anyone's blood. He was strong....much stronger than a man or two. But when like twenty of them were on top of him, he couldn't do much but lay there. He did try to fight, of course, but they quickly staunched any movement from him, so he lay there angrily, gills flaring as he tried to catch some sort of oxygen. He had lungs, but he'd never really needed to use them before, so admittedly he wasn't doing so hot, breaths coming in ragged gasps. The men sitting on his chest probably weren't helping at all. His gaze cut to the voice of a man who's spoken up by then, announcing "it's a male ...and prime age," to an older man and a young woman who looked to be related. He hissed furiously at the men on and around him, and while some of them looked a bit nervous, they seemed to know that since he was male, his song was weak. He likely wouldn't be able to control any of them with it. He heard something about the first man gushing about finding a male.....and something about breeding age. He scowled, not sure he liked the sound of that. Then again, he also knew these bounty hunters mainly caught females....sirens who were caught because they willingly went close to ships in an attempt to lure the men in with their songs. Males were much less common than female merfolk in general, as it was a highly matriarchal society within their villages....so he knew it was rare for bounty hunters to find a male. Let alone catch one. He was still annoyed with himself, but those emotions had given way to fear. A near blinding panic fueled on by his lack of air and the slight burn of his skin where the sun hit it. Not to mention the net was still digging into his skin. His gills. What was going to happen to him? |
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Heavy Downpours, Flood Warning
